 Laura at Laura Purdie Salas is hosting Poetry Friday today and sharing more of the Poetry Princess Challenge. It was to find a poem from the Poetry Friday Community and write a response using the Tanka form. Curious about tanka? Read this post by Kelly.  I went to the blogs and landed at Mary Lee's Poetrepository. She wrote a sonnet (and for AJ no less) about Summer's End. It is a cornucopia of juicy and rich words. Meanwhile, I spied my last remaining Summer Poetry Swap. Guess who it was from? Mary Lee and I knew that this was a serendipitous moment. I have been thinking today about the fact that I don't really have a favorite season. There is great anticipation for the arrival of the new season and all it has to hold. Toward the end, the anticipation of the season builds. .Using a couple of the cards Mary Lee sent me I responded to "Summer's End" with a
Dodoitsu (7-7-7-5), part of the summer swap and a tanka. I pulled some of her words from the sonnet. scarlett maple leaves quiver apples finish crisp on trees roads that are unexpected fall’s many textures ©jone rush macculloch. 2021 wake before sunrise cool air hushes summer heat lingering too long. harvest moon and Orion set in the west. autumn arrives ©jone rush macculloch. 2021
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 The fabulous Tricia at The Miss Rumphius Effect is hosting the Poetry Friday community today. Renee La Tulippe has an explanation for Poetry Friday on her blog, No Water River. Do you ever have days or weeks where you have a lot of questions? It's been that way for me this week. This morning (Thursday morning) I stepped outside and saw the clouds. And as I took the photo, the crow appeared. A gentle reminder to breathe and slow down.  I will miss next week. My college pals and I are heading to Palm Springs to celebrate a Golden Anniversary: 51 years of friendship.
 This week Heidi at my juicy little universe is hosting Poetry Friday. If you want to learn about ghazals this is the place. I just returned earlier this week from a road trip to Souther California to see family. Today, I rearranged and organized several things before I realized it was Poetry Friday. This summer I created this found poem and art from an article about Georgia O'Keefe. Since school has begun in many places, it might be a good time share lessons from Georgia O'Keefe.  Lessons from Georgia O’Keefe
Great artists observe the world Watching the light looking out the window The full pale moon Early morning Lavender sky, purple hills the feeling of space Daily rituals- rise with the sun take an early walk Don’t sweat mistakes something will come Stay with it Be yourself Carve your own path ©jone rush macculloch, 2021 Elisabeth at Unexpected Intersections is hosting Poetry Friday today. It's going to be a fun party as she and others celebrate Jane Yolen's 400th book, Bear Outside. Poets in the community are writing after the style of Yolen's eight line, rhyming poem, “What the Bear Knows”. Join the party, the topic is What the ____ Knows. Last week I shared my Poetry Swap from Janet ClareFagel . This week, Janet is my guest blogger. And it's an honor to share her Summer Swap treasures from Margaret Simon and myself. Summer Poem Swap |
 How perfect for the grandma of self-named Superhero, Dazzle Girl and her sidekick Superhero brother, Dragonfly. Thank you so much Jone for these treats! |  |
My second super Swap with Margaret Simon arrived and in it was a notebook with covers that Margaret painted in an abstract paint, print, and collage design. I noted sponges, dots from perhaps wide pencils, circles from the bottom of lids or bowls and some feathery strokes in deep green. Atop the initial layers of this work were green crisscross pieces that reminded me of lovely grasses. Its bright yellow, white and greens cheered me and made me want to write in it immediately! The border had these words: “oh happy day “repeating along the edge.
She included a copy of the poem Tonight I am In Love by Dorianne Laux. She said when she read the poem she thought of me as one who supports poetry as literature. From it she created a Golden Shovel poem for me. Here is Dorianne’s poem followed by Margaret’s. How lucky am I.
This poem sings my song for sure And I want to shout, “oh happy day!”
It begins
Tonight, I am in love with poetry,
with the good words that saved me,
with the men and women who
uncapped their pens and laid the ink
on the blank canvas of the page.
I am shameless in my love; their faces
rising on the smoke and dust at the end
of day, their sullen eyes and crusty hearts,
the murky serum now turned to chalk
along the gone cords of their spines.
And it ends:
They could not have known how I would love them,
worlds fallen from their mortal fingers.
When I cannot see to read or walk alone
along the slough, I will hear you, I will
bring the longing in your voices to rest
against my old, tired heart and call you back.
You can find the entire poem here
From Facts About the Moon ©W.W. Norton & Company, 2006. Reprinted with permission.
Here is Margaret’s Golden Shovel poem:
Tonight I Write
a Golden Shovel for Janet
striking line from Dorianne Laux “Tonight I am in love with poetry.”
I stained my arm tonight
with ink spots from fingers I
drew across a blank page. I am
falling into the words in
this poem, in love
with how sounds sing with
harmony and make poetry.
© 2021 Margaret Simon
How much do I love this idea of my fingers full of ink spots from caressing all the poems I love? And indeed how the words and sounds sing with harmony and make poetry. A blessing, this poem and poetry.
Also in the envelope were two magnet photos of my grandgirl aka Dazzle Girl and my grandson aka Dragonfly Superhero. They have taken prime position on my fridge holding up artwork. Again, oh happy day!!! Thank you Margaret.
And thank you Tabatha for organizing this. I am so glad I took this plunge! I loved writing for Margaret and Jone and gathering some poetry I felt each would like. I am still smiling about it all.
This poem sings my song for sure And I want to shout, “oh happy day!”
It begins
Tonight, I am in love with poetry,
with the good words that saved me,
with the men and women who
uncapped their pens and laid the ink
on the blank canvas of the page.
I am shameless in my love; their faces
rising on the smoke and dust at the end
of day, their sullen eyes and crusty hearts,
the murky serum now turned to chalk
along the gone cords of their spines.
And it ends:
They could not have known how I would love them,
worlds fallen from their mortal fingers.
When I cannot see to read or walk alone
along the slough, I will hear you, I will
bring the longing in your voices to rest
against my old, tired heart and call you back.
You can find the entire poem here
From Facts About the Moon ©W.W. Norton & Company, 2006. Reprinted with permission.
Here is Margaret’s Golden Shovel poem:
Tonight I Write
a Golden Shovel for Janet
striking line from Dorianne Laux “Tonight I am in love with poetry.”
I stained my arm tonight
with ink spots from fingers I
drew across a blank page. I am
falling into the words in
this poem, in love
with how sounds sing with
harmony and make poetry.
© 2021 Margaret Simon
How much do I love this idea of my fingers full of ink spots from caressing all the poems I love? And indeed how the words and sounds sing with harmony and make poetry. A blessing, this poem and poetry.
Also in the envelope were two magnet photos of my grandgirl aka Dazzle Girl and my grandson aka Dragonfly Superhero. They have taken prime position on my fridge holding up artwork. Again, oh happy day!!! Thank you Margaret.
And thank you Tabatha for organizing this. I am so glad I took this plunge! I loved writing for Margaret and Jone and gathering some poetry I felt each would like. I am still smiling about it all.
Thanks to Carol at Apples in My Orchard for hosting today. She's talk about important poets.
Next week, Janet will be guest posting about what I sent to her for the Summer Poetry Swap. It's her first time swapping and so glad she did.
Janet wrote a poem inspired by Fran Haley's blog. She participates in a group's prompts and this one is the decima from Spain.
There are 10 lines with 8 syllables per line.
The rhyme scheme is ABBAACCDDC.
While I will try the decimal, today's not the day. Instead another Golden Shovel:
Things to Do At the Tidepools
When at the tidepools, look
under the water’s surface for
Starfish returned from the sky. Turn over the driftwood
washed ashore last night. You might spy
barnacles looking for food. Walk along the sand for sea-glass
scrubbed and polished by the waves that sparkle green.
©jone rush macculloch, 2021
(not quite happy with the last line)
Besides the gorgeous poem that Janet wrote for me, she sent these two things.
A wonderful chapbook that I am savoring and the broadside by Taylor Mali, creator of the Metaphor Dice (which I have used). His poem nails my teaching style.
A wonderful chapbook that I am savoring and the broadside by Taylor Mali, creator of the Metaphor Dice (which I have used). His poem nails my teaching style.
so glad to be here for Poetry Friday. This week Christie at Wondering and Wandering is hosting and she has a community poem, Poetry Is...
After Tabatha set up the Summer Poetry Swap, she offered an opportunity for an extra exchange. I was glad to add Rebecca Herzog to the swap. Her poetry package arrived late last week. It included an erasure poem which was so fun. I love the painted bookmark and the bracelet/anklet made by her daughter.
For a response, I decided to use the words for a Golden Shovel poem and use the final line as a final line as well. I have been working on ancestry puzzles of late so the words spoke to me in that way.
Let’s unravel the mysteries of generations
working feverishly and wordlessly
finding kernels of information to console
those who believed the stories of the past. Love
guided the ancestors’ choices. I am grateful
to carry on the name.
©jone rush macculloch, 2021
Thank you, Rebecca for a wonderful swap that sparked this response.
Let’s unravel the mysteries of generations
working feverishly and wordlessly
finding kernels of information to console
those who believed the stories of the past. Love
guided the ancestors’ choices. I am grateful
to carry on the name.
©jone rush macculloch, 2021
Thank you, Rebecca for a wonderful swap that sparked this response.
Welcome to Poetry Friday. Mary Lee is hosting at her new space, A(nother)Year of Reading.
Her villanelle with a clunker from Linda Mitchell, surprised her as a retirement poem. I remember that feeling the first year after retirement, not preparing for school as soon as August 1st arrive. Happy new adventures, Mary Lee.
Her villanelle with a clunker from Linda Mitchell, surprised her as a retirement poem. I remember that feeling the first year after retirement, not preparing for school as soon as August 1st arrive. Happy new adventures, Mary Lee.
From a book of Lyric Poems by John Keats
Amy Souza, fabulous creator of the Spark collaborative art series, also offers art postcard swaps. For me, it's usually combined with poetry. Last month, I made copies of a two page spread and divided it into four puzzle pieces for my four recipients. Then I played with washi tape and ink (when I applied the final coat of sealer, the ink bled which is kind of cool.)
Summer Art Swap 1 elfin-storm
morning at hand
the southern moon
morning at hand
the southern moon
Summer Art Swap 2 like phantoms
the chains lie silent
lovers fled
the chains lie silent
lovers fled
Summer Art Swap 3 he arose
into her dream he melted
frost wind blows
into her dream he melted
frost wind blows
Summer Art Swap 4 iced gusts rave
leave me here to fade
sweet dreamer
leave me here to fade
sweet dreamer
Today, Poetry Friday is hosted Downunder at Kat at Kathryn Apel. And she's shares her interesting pets.
This week I received this gorgeous painting and poem from Mary Iphigene.
Do you know her work? She's an incredible artist and poet.
And from the sounds of it life has been particularly challenging in the Philippines.
I love how she used mourning/morning in her poem.
I also love 'crows feet/gathering'.
Thank you for this treasure, Mary.
Do you know her work? She's an incredible artist and poet.
And from the sounds of it life has been particularly challenging in the Philippines.
I love how she used mourning/morning in her poem.
I also love 'crows feet/gathering'.
Thank you for this treasure, Mary.
This is my response to Mary's poem. I used the phrase "Waking Up to Sunlight" for a sort of Golden Shovel (added an extra line).
Waking Up to Sunlight
Dream clouds fade with songbirds waking
me. The dog jumps up
tail wagging, nose nudging me to
rise and greet the morning sunlight.
This is joy.
©jone rush macculloch(2021, draft)
Waking Up to Sunlight
Dream clouds fade with songbirds waking
me. The dog jumps up
tail wagging, nose nudging me to
rise and greet the morning sunlight.
This is joy.
©jone rush macculloch(2021, draft)
Molly at Nix the Comfort Zone has the Poetry Friday this week. She's thinking about summer using the mento text from Pat Schneider’s The Moon, Ten Times. It sparked a a poem for me.
Welcome to Poetry Friday. Today, Margaret at Reflections on the Teche, is sharing a fabulous project as a result of COVID and writing through the Ethical ELA. Go check it our along with all the other fabulous poetry in our world.
BTW, #poetryeverywhere is from a Naomi Shihab Nye quote, "See poetry everywhere."
BTW, #poetryeverywhere is from a Naomi Shihab Nye quote, "See poetry everywhere."
I almost didn't post this week. Sometimes I take July off from blogging. This little haiku has bee rumbling in my head since the photo last Sunday. I am in love with this sky and sunset. So many textures.
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